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Speak gently , she can hear
The daisies grow .
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust ,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust .
Lily-like , white as snow ,
She hardly knew
She was a woman , so
Sweetly she grew . Coffin-board , heavy stone ,
Lie on her breast ,
I vex my heart alone
She is at rest .
Peace , Peace , she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet ,
All my life ’ s buried here ,
Heap earth upon it . Les paroles d ’ Ellmann , prononcées par Stephen Fry ont clos cette rencontre mémorable : “' The greatest men fail , or seem to have failed .' He was speaking of Parnell , but what was true of Parnell is in another way true of Wilde . His work survived as he had claimed it would . We inherit his struggle to supreme fictions in art , to associate art with social change , to bring together individual and social impulse , to save what is eccentric and singular from being sanitized and standardized , to replace a morality of severity by one of sympathy . He belongs to our world more than to Victoria ' s . Now , beyond the reach of scandal , his best writings validated by time , he
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